Favorite PoemsJames R. Osgood, 1877 - 96 |
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Strona 30
... voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . 2 " Break , break , break . " THE 30 FAVORITE POEMS . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.
... voice that is still ! Break , break , break , At the foot of thy crags , O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me . 2 " Break , break , break . " THE 30 FAVORITE POEMS . BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.
Strona 70
... voice to me that cannot rise , And sweet is all the land about , and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . It seemed so hard at first , mother , to leave the blessed sun , And now it ...
... voice to me that cannot rise , And sweet is all the land about , and all the flowers that blow , And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go . It seemed so hard at first , mother , to leave the blessed sun , And now it ...
Strona 71
... voice and on his sil- ver hair ! And blessings on his whole life long , until he meet me there ! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his sil- ver head ! A thousand times I blest him , as he knelt beside my bed . He taught me all the ...
... voice and on his sil- ver hair ! And blessings on his whole life long , until he meet me there ! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his sil- ver head ! A thousand times I blest him , as he knelt beside my bed . He taught me all the ...
Strona 74
... move no longer now , and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . O sweet and strange it seems to me , that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the 74 FAVORITE POEMS .
... move no longer now , and there his light may shine— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine . O sweet and strange it seems to me , that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the 74 FAVORITE POEMS .
Strona 77
... voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . THE GOLDEN YEAR . E sleep and wake and sleep , but all things move ; The Sun ...
... voice , but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . THE GOLDEN YEAR . E sleep and wake and sleep , but all things move ; The Sun ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beggar maid blessed break brimming river bugle call me early Claribel low-lieth comb Cophetua dark dying Earl was fair echoes Effie fall Farringford Edition flow To join flowers Forever and forever garden glad New-year go on forever golden hand happy hear heart heaven holy Grail HOME THEY BROUGHT Illustrated join the brimming kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott Lancelot land last New-year late LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN Let me fly light little birdie little grave Low adown Maud mermen midnight the moon Milking the cow moon cometh mother dear night QUEEN GUINEVERE Ring rivulet Robin rode rose shines silent night SIR LAUNCELOT snowdrop snowy SONG soul stept Swallow sweet sweeter tears thee my steps There's thou thro To-morrow ill tower'd Camelot turn thy wheel turret and tree valley Vere de Vere wild bells wild wheel wind ye cannot enter yon rich sky
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Strona 20 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Strona 19 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 16 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait...
Strona 90 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strona 12 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone '' She is weary of dance and play.'' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Strona 30 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Strona 27 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite, Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Strona 65 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.
Strona 39 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Strona 27 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.